Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.